After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Song Jin'an became dizzy so fast that passers-by didn't notice his abnormality, Song Jin'an was carried into the van by a tall and strong man.

The bag in his hand fell, and Zuo Zengqi kicked it to the side of the trash can. Under the strange eyes of an old lady who suddenly appeared, he could still maintain the appearance of an ordinary passerby, walked over, picked it up and threw it into the trash can.

Now he feels that the matter has been settled, all the advantages are on his side, and he has completely put his heart in his stomach, so he took it easy.

The old man just glanced at it and left without paying attention.Zuo Zengqi got into the car and took out Song Jinan's cell phone.

Originally, he wanted to throw it into the trash can together, but he looked through it, and the phone...

"Oh, Fu Chengwang, you are willing to give up on him!" Zuo Zengqi gritted his teeth, turned off the phone, and put it in his pocket.

This phone is so expensive that you can buy a suite!At that time, he bought it for a large sum of money, which is much more cost-effective than throwing it away directly now.

The van started in a low-key manner, and slowly drove out of the city to a remote deserted mountain area.

Zhang Sichen, who returned home, watched the video he had watched countless times, but his heart was not as peaceful as before, but became more and more irritable.

He stood up, turned on the phone, and stared at the little gray dot.

Why not wear it?Why!

He pinched his wrist morbidly, as if it would not hurt, and knocked his left hand on the table in a frenzy, "Why, you are wearing it, you are wearing it."

It seemed that by torturing himself like this, he could ignore the irritability that was churning in his heart.

After the video was played, there was no other sound in the room except his own irritable breathing.

Slowly his breathing calmed down, more like he was out of breath, Zhang Sichen moved his hand up and grabbed his neck.

This eerie silence gave Zhang Sichen a signal. He stood up, picked up his phone, and a tear rolled down his face.

He started calling Song Jinan, hoping that Song Jinan would still answer his call.He wanted to tell Song Jin'an that there was danger, and he should go to Fu Chengwang quickly.

Only Fu Chengwang can protect him!

"Answer the phone! Answer the phone!"

He called one after another, but never got through.

Now Song Jin'an's mobile phone has been shut down by Zuo Zengqi and put away.No matter how much he calls, no one will answer.

At this moment, his phone vibrated for ten seconds.

Zhang Sichen was slightly stunned, and turned on the monitoring system regardless of his unconsciously bleeding hand.

The gray head lighted up again, and the location showed that it was in his own home.

Zhang Sichen heaved a sigh of relief, and another teardrop that had been hanging on his eyelashes for a long time fell down and hit the phone screen. He thought it was the rest of his own life after the catastrophe.The next second, the avatar that turned green suddenly jumped up.

Under Zhang Sichen's eyelids, it turned into an alarming red.

"No! No! This is wrong!" A pop-up window popped up, displaying: "The target's body temperature is incorrect, and the heartbeat frequency does not match the target's."

Zhang Sichen threw the phone out like crazy, and kept muttering: "This is wrong, it's not Song Jin'an! It's not him!"

His breathing became short of breath, and even one breath became incomplete, and his whole body began to convulse.

"I'm sorry..." His pain surged, his eyes stared blankly at the void, and he didn't know who he was apologizing to.

-

Fu Chengwang came home from get off work early, and when he passed by the restaurant, he could smell a hot pot smell in the air.

He already knew that Song Jin'an was eating hot pot in hiding at home. When the housekeeping aunt came to clean up, she saw the leftover garbage and the strong smell of hot pot.

It was reported to Fu Chengwang.

"Baby?" He stood downstairs and called out, without seeing Song Jin'an.

It wasn't there in the study upstairs, and I searched in the backyard and gazebo, but couldn't find it.

"It's weird, you haven't come back so late?" Fu Chengwang went back to the room, thinking that Song Jin'an might be chatting with the old men, and he forgot the time, so he didn't care.

He changed into his home clothes, paused on his way to the study, and suddenly walked to a cabinet.After opening it, he saw a silver bracelet inside.

Fu Chengwang picked it up at a close distance. He saw it yesterday. Zhang Sichen also had one of this bracelet.

I also remembered that Song Jin'an had worn it back before, saying that it was Mr. Zhang who gave it to him.

But because Fu Chengwang was jealous that night, Song Jin'an took it off, put it in the cabinet and never took it out again.

Fu Chengwang also saw the bracelet on Zhang Sichen's wrist at yesterday's birthday banquet, and only then did he know that there were two identical bracelets.

He was a little concerned, but he couldn't tell Song Jin'an, otherwise it would appear that he was not generous.

Putting it in the palm of his hand and looking at it for a while, Fu Chengwang sighed, thinking it's better to forget it.

Song Jinan cherishes those friends very much.

He'd better pretend he didn't know, and give Song Jin'an some freedom to make friends.

-

Zhang Sichen's convulsions stopped, he struggled to get up to take the medicine, his arms were still shaking, and he almost couldn't hold the medicine bottle steadily.

After taking the medicine, he picked up his phone and started calling Zuo Zengqi.

"Have you done it yet?"

Zuo Zengqi looked at the gradually darkening sky and said, "You are well informed."

Zhang Sichen took a deep breath, and said in an impermanent tone, "Give me the address, I want to confirm one thing."

"What's the matter, I can do it for you." Zuo Zengqi narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

Zhang Sichen's patience was almost exhausted, he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to be sure, and only I can be sure."

Zuo Zengqi was silent for a while, looked at Song Jinan who had passed out, and rolled his eyes: "I sent you a text message."

Zhang Sichen hurried out of the door, opened the door and turned back suddenly, found a large coat, drove to the garage and drove into the dark night like ink.

Over there, Fu Chengwang had just finished processing a few documents and hung up a conference call. Looking at the time, it was already eight o'clock.

He frowned, Song Jin'an hasn't come home so late?Even if you forget the time while playing, you still have to call him and say something.

Fu Chengwang supported his waist with one hand, a little angry, he called Song Jin'an, but no one answered.

A black off-road vehicle stopped 200 meters away from an abandoned power plant. Zhang Sichen's pupils seemed to be still, only looking ahead.

He saw a dim light inside, and the smell of firewood.

Zhang Sichen turned on his cell phone and dialed Fu Chengwang's number.